I don’t want to see the Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood documentary, Won't you be my neighbor? because I’m sure that Fred Rogers is going to tell me that kindness is a virtue, and I already know that.
I strive to be kind, and I'm raising my son to be a kind man. Mr. Rogers would be preaching to the snowflake choir if I watched, so why skip it?
Because thousands of Americans are going to shed nostalgic tears in darkened theaters at the profound simplicity of Mr. Rogers' message about love and respect for children, wipe their eyes, leave the theater, and argue on Facebook that 'those illegals' at the border brought this nightmare on themselves. Don’t want your kids taken away? Don’t break the law.
I don't want to share the theater with that kind of emotional hypocrisy.
I don’t want that documentary to further highlight the humanitarian garbage can this administration has become. It’s hard enough to take a deep breath these days without being shown in a larger than life way what true compassion looks like.
“We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It's easy to say "It's not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem." Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider those people my heroes.” - Mr. Rogers
I don’t want to see Mr. Rogers' fans lay claim to living in the “greatest nation on earth” while condoning the irreparable harm being inflicted upon desperate families who have nothing and risk everything to give their children a life worth living: children who are no different than those angels having tender exchanges with Mr. Rogers.
As if they wouldn’t do the exact same thing for their own children if faced with the same unspeakable terror as those begging for asylum at our borders. But somehow, “those” manufactured orphans are somehow deserving of torture. Meh.
"Anyone who does anything to help a child in his life is a hero to me." - Mr. Rogers
I don’t want my heart to break even further after having seen that Putin-like propaganda on the walls of the Wal-Mart kid jail meant to “prove’ that the American government has those prisoners-of-border-wars' best interest at heart.
We resent “those illegals” for loving the “land that I love” so much that we turn their pursuit of happiness - and that of their children - into a spiritual death sentence.
So no. I don’t want to watch a documentary that (I’m sure) expresses so eloquently what I believe in my soul of souls is the reason we are even on this stupid planet: to be kind to one another. This life thing ain’t for sissies, man, but some people carry a larger cross than others. Who are we to press down on others’ crosses?
“At the center of the Universe is a loving heart that continues to beat and that wants the best for every person. Anything that we can do to help foster the intellect and spirit and emotional growth of our fellow human beings, that is our job. Those of us who have this particular vision must continue against all odds. Life is for service.” - Mr. Rogers
But even more fundamental than easing the suffering of others is the very thing that separates us from Beezelbub himself: we don’t intentionally inflict harm on children. That is the absolute minimum standard of human decency in any non-cannabilistic, un-Nazi society.
“Please think of the children first. If you ever have anything to do with their entertainment, their food, their toys, their custody, their childcare, their health care, their education – listen to the children, learn about them, learn from them. Think of the children first.” - Mr. Rogers
And yet here we are. It’s 2018, and this trickle-down cruelty is the most deplorable, shameful abomination that could ever be summoned up by the denizens of the soulless administration currently riding bareback on a bucking steed that’s being fed a steady diet of false fear, real sin, and cherry-picked Bible verses. What is happening at our border should enrage any God-loving/Agnostic/Atheistic American in this country.
So, no. I won’t be seeing Won’t you Be my Neighbor? because in too many instances these days my answer is “Hell no. Not until you practice what he preached.”
I'll see it someday. But today, it's just too painful.
"The values we care about the deepest, and the movements within society that support those values, command our love. When those things that we care about so deeply become endangered, we become enraged. And what a healthy thing that is! Without it, we would never stand up and speak out for what we believe.” -- Mr. Rogers
That's my piece, and that's my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on...
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